Chapter 602 13 Inch
And Allen, who had already caught up with the red-haired wizard, did not take the opportunity to attack the warthog bladder tied to his body, but directly punched Gryffindor in the eye socket, making him open one eye for a short time Not open.
Gryffindor, who barely regained his broom just now, lost control again, and the two continued to fly downward again.
Before he had time to punch the second punch, at the moment he approached the grass, Allen yanked the broom and changed direction instantly, and his expression was distorted because of this sudden change of direction—he felt his tight The trousers have been frayed.
But Alan was the first to successfully start returning to Skyrim.
Gryffindor was forced to put his feet on the ground and slide for a short distance. His forehead showed blue veins due to the force, and finally he roared: "♂ ah ♂!" Then he kicked the ground forcefully After jumping up, he barely operated the broomstick that looked even more shabby to fly back into the air. His pair of leather boots without soles had been opened, and his legs were splashed with mud from the slide just now, which also made him look inferior.
The two of them, who were flying at a much slower speed than before, returned to the sky. Even though they were bloody, they couldn't ignore the tingling sensation from that indescribable part caused by the ups and downs. They bared their teeth and grimaced, but as they approached each other, they blocked each other's blows with their bodies and tried to puncture each other's warthog bladders. The duel became fiercer and more brutal.
"Boy, you performed a good move!" Gryffindor gasped heavily as he gripped the broom, the wound on his head opened again due to the violent action, and blood flowed to his swollen eye , so that it cannot be opened at all.
"Middle-aged bearded man, your thighs are starting to tremble. It's uncomfortable there." Allen changed his hand to hold the broom. The skin is bleeding.
"Oh, it's really thrilling. But it can't be done like this!" The host said after recovering from his nerves. He obviously felt lingering fear from his tone. "As a man, I feel the same way."
And Ravenclaw off the court also watched the situation under the hem of Alan's tight leather jacket from below, and knew that the other party did not use the cushion spell as she designed-this also made her a little angry with Alan, thinking that he Being influenced by Godric Gryffindor to be stupid there.
Allen and Gryffindor's injuries to each other were not too serious at this time, but they fought more fiercely with each other. The two confronted each other again, their bodies slammed into each other, and they flew backwards from each other, their brooms shaking even more. Seeing Gryffindor turn pale, but instead of taking a half step back, he gritted his teeth and rushed up again with red eyes.
Allen's arm was also numb from the huge force just now, but under his exquisite control, the broom that was about to collapse still deftly made a sharp turn to avoid Gryffindor's pursuit again. Because Gryffindor refused to admit defeat and followed Alan to stop and change directions, he felt that he was about to break. The burning pain from the inside out made him bend over and lie on the broom. You can feel some relief when you tremble slightly.
"Boy, don't you hurt yourself?" Just after asking, Gryffindor blocked Alan's attack with his body again, and his side was bloody from being poked by Alan's broom tip.
"My own wand is different from your wooden wand. It's made of mithril, and it's thirteen inches longer than yours..." Allen suppressed the pain, raised one corner of his mouth and mocked—he was flying after all. The technology is better, and the figure is not as strong as Gryffindor, so the actual damage suffered is much smaller than the opponent.
Godric Gryffindor was taken aback for a moment, but instantly understood the meaning of the other party's words, roared angrily, and rushed over again. Allen didn't dodge any more, but rushed towards Gryffindor head-on, and the two got entangled again...
"Rowena, didn't you say that Godric would definitely lose?" Hufflepuff clenched his fists nervously.
With a worried face.
Ravenclaw's slender fingers joined together: "He's useless."
After the two separated again, neither of them immediately turned around and chased after the other, but invariably opened the distance from each other with their backs facing the opposite direction—the time for a showdown came.
Alan knew that although his damaged broom could last longer than Gryffindor's, he didn't intend to take advantage of it. Despite such a collision, Gryffindor was strong and had the advantage, but Alan Ren still decided to go head-to-head. He held the broom and turned around, staring at the Gryffindor who had done the same action as him.
This time, they bowed and nodded to each other on their broomsticks—and just flew straight at each other at full speed.
The tail of the Gryffindor's broom scattered even more, and blood spattered in the air behind him. The texture of the broom he held in his hand was no longer smooth, and the entire broom had cracks. Gryffindor knew that if he bumped into it like this, the broom would definitely shatter, but with such a respectable opponent and For the honor of the warrior, he must not back down.
The red-haired wizard's attention was focused on the boy, and the muscles on his face were tense—the two people who were looking at each other accelerated their flight speed at the same time, and neither of them had the intention of avoiding it.
"If I'm not wrong, this wonderful and painful duel will be decided. It's just that, even if you are as strong as Godric Gryffindor, I'm afraid it won't be able to bear it. Casualties." The host said with some concern.
In the auditorium, Hufflepuff clenched his wand and stood up. Ravenclaw narrowed his eyes and followed her to stand up with a stern expression.
"It's really brave, but I have never seen such a ferocious and fierce duel with broomsticks. For victory and honor, these two people act as if they don't care about their own lives!" the host The voice amplified by magic echoed in the arena, "Both of them are injured, blood is flowing everywhere...then who wins?!"
All the attention of the audience is on the two people flying relative to each other at high altitude, and everyone understands the consequences of such a violent impact. Everyone held their breath, watching the two warriors, quietly waiting for that moment to come.
At this time, Alan Harris and Godric Gryffindor, the two of them approached quickly, and finally collided with each other heavily. Exclaim and lament.